Tempest // Sebastian Sallow

Chapter 66

CW: Contains mild depictions of sexual content and domestic violence.

"You like it? Tell me you like it."

"Y–yeah. So good."

"Louder."

Fuck.

Sebastian had quickly realised that this particular sexual escapade was going to be one he would deeply regret.

Not a stranger to letting a woman take control of him, he obliged at first, but normally when he relinquished control, it was with Rosie, someone he trusted fully. Not this person he'd just met.

First, she was a muggle. He didn't think it was going to be an issue until she demanded he stick a large rubber-like balloon thing on his dick.

Then, she did it for him when he simply stared at it dumbfounded, accusing him of being "just like the others but he needed to wear it or he wasn't getting any".

So he let her roll it on.

And he despised it. He made a mental note to search up their purpose and uses later, especially when it had him feeling barely a thing, but he obliged anyway so he wouldn't feel her wrath. This girl was scary.

Now, this muggle was perched atop of him, simply rotating her hips around and around, moaning and grunting as she did it.

"You love it, don't you?" She queried, peering down at him.

"Yep. Love it."

"Good, say my name."

Shit.

What's her name?

Fuck, fuck, fuck...

"Why?" He asked sheepishly.

"I want to hear it when I make you come."

Sebastian bit his lower lip, stifling the laugh he was itching to let out. He was nowhere near his peak. He wasn't sure he ever would be.

"Go on, Sebastian, say it."

Sebastian's mind raced as he tried to recall her name. It was a blur amidst the firewhisky and other people he'd met that night at the bar and he cursed himself for not paying closer attention earlier to who he'd decided to take home.

"Um..." he stalled, his thoughts scrambling for a lifeline.

Bethany?

Heather?

Loretta?

Penelope?

Then, it hit him. A quick glance at the discarded items on the nightstand provided the answer, finding her name on her work lanyard. "Tiffany," he blurted out.

Tiffany let out a satisfied moan, a filthy smile on her face. "That's right," she purred, leaning in closer. "Now, let me make you feel even better, Sebastian."

She increased her speed, though still not actually moving up and down, at least she seemed to be enjoying it.

"Oh, God, I'm going to come! Say my name! Scream it, Sebastian!"

"T–tiff–"

"Louder!" She demanded, before she reached down and slapped him hard across the jaw.

Sebastian's brain was nearly slapped out too, absolutely dumbstruck at what had just happened. He'd been slapped before, but normally for being an annoying git, not... sex.

"F–fuck." he mumbled, his hand wandering up to cup his burning cheek.

But Tiffany simply yanked on both his hands, pulling them towards her hips, "We're coming together! Oh, God!"